Chapter 3

My parents were heading out of town with the little shit of a brother, leaving me alone for a whole long weekend. The reason I didn’t want to go isn’t important to the story. Friday night, the house was a total mess — suitcases, clothes all over the living room table, and everyone rushing to hit the road. I was helping my brother load the crap into the car. While I was stuffing the bags into the empty spots, I spotted something on the back seat that gave me a brilliant idea. Like I said, my brother was a total airhead and only kept his head because it was attached to his body. His phone was just tossed on the back seat. Without him noticing, I snatched the damn thing and shoved it in the back pocket of my shorts. I needed that to pull off my plan!

I played it cool. After they left, I waited a full hour to see if he’d miss the phone. There was a chance he’d make my dad turn around to come back for it, but if they were far enough away, that’d never happen. I knew the passcode — it was the same one my mom used! I scrolled through the contacts for the dumbass’s name and started reading their recent chats. Of course, I searched for my name too, wanting to see if they’d said anything about me. Curiously, it was just my brother talking shit about me. The jerk hadn’t said a single word about my gorgeous self. I was kinda disappointed, but fuck it… Trying to mimic my brother’s monkey-ass texting style, I started the conversation with him.

But hold up, you’re probably wondering why I didn’t just text him straight from my phone, right? I’d done that before, and since the last time, he’d been dodging me like the devil dodges holy water. He’d gone soft on me a couple times, and I wanted to tease him more — I got off on it, the idea turned me on. If I didn’t pull off this trick, he’d never show up knowing it’d just be me alone with him.

“Hey dude! You slacking?”

I laughed while trying to sound like my brother.

“I’m at my aunt’s here…”

“Come on over, man. Time to get your ass kicked.”

The ass-kicking was gonna be with my pussy, but I wasn’t spelling that out.

“Aren’t you going on the trip?”

He knew my brother was traveling… Shit!

“Nah, things went south. My sister went with my dad only… Come on, crash here.”

I took myself out of the equation.

“I’ll just take a shower and head over.”

That was pretty much the text convo we had.

He was walking right into my trap, and I’m not bullshitting — the plan was to lock him in the house and hide the key. I was gonna ride him so hard he’d be traumatized. I took my shower, shaved my pussy smooth against the tile, and buzzed the doorman to say no need to call up when he arrived; the kid could come straight up. Then it was just waiting. I thought about what I’d do when he got there — jump him right away? He could just say he didn’t want me and leave… I hadn’t considered that. The plan had me nervous and horny; twice I had to hit the bathroom to dry myself off. Someone rang the doorbell. I went to open it. This was it — everything was about to start.

At the open door, I saw my dumbass emerging from the elevator. He looked at me all shocked and flashed me this hot smile. I thought he was so damn cute! He froze right at the doorway when he saw me.

“You didn’t go on the trip? Is your brother here?”

He got suspicious.

“Get in here, boy!”

The yank I gave him was to say there was no talking.

The idiot came in without a clue. In flip-flops, a band tee, and shorts hanging off his waist, he stopped in the middle of the living room, looking around and scoping the place. There were no signs of anyone else in the house, and that’s when he realized what was up. He didn’t even have time to drop his backpack; I invaded his space and kissed his mouth slow — I had to take it easy with him. I let my tits brush his body and gently held his arms. The boy in front of me kissed back, but his body seemed frozen stiff. A few minutes later, nothing from him stepping it up — the guys I usually hooked up with would’ve had their hands inside me by now if I let them, spoiler: Mommy always did!

“Come on, come here!”

I led him to the bedroom, still with the backpack on.

That backpack was pissing me off. He had zero initiative, always breaking a sweat and looking at me all nervous — I loved making him like that. Truth be told, that was the only reason I was into him: him being this submissive, scared, useless little thing.

“Take that off your back, and lose the shirt too.”

I helped him ditch what was in my way.

“Your parents aren’t coming back?”

He asked between the kisses he was getting.

“Nah, we gonna waste this little hard-on today?”

I said while my hands skillfully undid his shorts, fishing for his dick as I dropped to my knees in front of him.

When I saw it, I couldn’t believe it! I almost burst out laughing, but I held it in. Over this great bulge that was growing, there was a Superman pair of undies… I thought of a million jokes in that second, but I just nipped at the bulge, making him flinch. Better to get his cock in my mouth quick or I wouldn’t hold back the laughs and the urge to crack jokes. And I did it — yanked the ridiculous thing off him, and right there in front of me was this small flaccid colossus, it was pretty even soft! Looked big and it was circumcised, a nice pink strawberry-flavored dick.

I gave the head a little kiss, looked up at him with a naughty grin, and felt him tremble at my tiny touch.

“Let me sit here, I can’t stand anymore,”

he said submissively, finally taking some initiative.

I let him settle while I peeled off my shorts. He seemed to be getting a little more comfortable with me.

“You’re crazy!”

he said, shocked but accepting his fate.

He sat where he found space, and I dropped to my knees between his legs and went to town sucking. One of the things I love most is feeling a dick get hard in my mouth, and damn… That cock just kept growing. I’d never seen it this close up — his shaft was thick, and the exposed head wasn’t thicker than the rest. Getting it in my mouth was tough because of the girth! I focused on playing around to see how much would fit! I wasn’t worried about pleasuring him; I had this awesome dick in my hands, and I just wanted to play with my new toy. My boy was moaning, and I watched his reactions so I didn’t get an unexpected load to the face; he had a habit of blowing it too soon. I switched between a handjob and licks on the head — he got so turned on when I kissed the tip and scratched his balls with my nails. He got all goosebumped from my touch.

“Lift your legs and spread wide,”

I ordered, looking at his desperate face.

Inside, I was cracking up trying to hold it together — his insecurity made me want him more. Of course, I was teasing to make him think I’d finger his ass. I wondered what was going through his head right then, but he obeyed and, to my surprise, spread himself wide open.

I started — wet hand for a coordinated stroke, my mouth roaming his balls, rubbing everything I could find. He moaned and panted hard, leaning all the way back! A wet finger and a touch to his pink little hole made him start to clench up on me.

“No way! Not even think about it! No and hell no!”

I called him out right away, forcing him to open his legs again for me.

Right then, he got a tongue swipe from the head of his cock all the way down to his asshole entrance — my ears caught a moan almost girly. That shit gave me chills of horniness; I started circling my tongue around his ass, tracing the whole rim, sometimes pressing my flat tongue to lick his taint and trying to swallow his hole at the end. He was all tensed up in fear I’d shove something in — never would’ve. Tired of that, I stood up. He was limp and surrendered, melted like butter on the bed — at least he hadn’t gone soft or blown his load too early. But the real test was now; I was praying he’d last at least three minutes inside me.

I straddled him and kissed him. He even tried to ask to eat me out, but got a firm “later” — I was so fucking horny, and I didn’t trust his oral skills, so I decided to ride that massive dick while it was still hard. And then, I grabbed that wonderful hard piece of strawberry-flavored meat with one hand and found my entrance, positioned the head, and did a little hip wiggle. I was wet, but he was thick — I rebounded slow to let it slide in bit by bit. When that thing started entering, it was intense as hell — the pleasure took away my control, and all the strength in my legs vanished. My mouth fell open on its own, and I was babbling monosyllables out of control. I kept moving, feeling him sink deeper and deeper — my flesh yielding slow, him claiming his space inside me. I felt my nipples hard and sensitive from the boy’s clumsy touch.

I’d almost forgotten he existed.

“Get your hand off my tit, fuck!”

He was gonna squeeze or twist it, and I’d get pissed at him.

I pushed down till I felt him hit my cervix — that telltale little ache from the bottom. I ground up and down three times to make sure everything was good. When it was all set, I positioned myself over him, finding spots for my feet.

“Hold my waist, boy!”

I commanded loud.

And I rode him — I went up and down hard, grinding with fury, feeling every inch of him inside me. His face was blank with pain, eyes glazed, mouth not making a sound — his body rigid. My rhythm was frantic, the scene violent, and I was the aggressor. I felt like I was hurting him, and I didn’t give a single fuck. I was punishing him just for existing.

His cock had no room, the fit was tight, making me feel every bit of his meat alternating in my pussy — it burned, I felt the sting, knew the soreness would come later if I didn’t slow down, but the horniness wouldn’t let me.

“Don’t you dare cum, fuck! Hold it, goddamn it, fuck like a man…”

I hurled insults, lost in the frenzy of sex.

My orgasm hit fast — when I felt it coming, I shoved a finger in my ass and the other hand to my clit. I could only clench hard and try some bounces, perched on his dick still buried in me, totally uncoordinated…

I died. I collapsed to the side like a sack of shit, trying to catch my breath — this was one of the best orgasms of my life… The little banana, not seeming to get what just happened, sat up next to me with his dick still hard, jerking off quietly with a naughty look and grinning at me!

Lying there, I looked at him and thought: “First time this idiot makes a girl cum and he didn’t even try — with a cock like that, he has no idea how easy it is.”

“See, I didn’t cum,”

he bragged.

“That’s the bare minimum, right?”

I shot back, shutting him down as he pouted.

“Can I cum now?”

the skinny little puppy whined at me.

“Handle it with your hand, kid — learn how shitty it feels to leave a girl hanging.”

It wasn’t even his fault, poor thing — I wanted more, but right then I needed to breathe and piss bad; that dick had pounded my bladder from the inside.

“I’m hitting the bathroom — stop jerking or you’ll blow it.”

I wanted more.

I grabbed my panties and headed to the bathroom for a piss, a smile on my face like only the giver knows.

To be continued.